#clairdelune
you destroy me every day
like a cancer in my bones
my own body eating me away until there is only the dust of you
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
You play my heart like a harpsichord,
Making me feel things that
I never wanted to feel.
They say that you're a player,
But I'd have to disagree.
I have a sneaking suspicion that
You're actually a puppeteer,
Because I can't move my limbs
When you're not around.
C, c, d -
Clair de Lune in C minor.
Otherwise known as the sound of
The buffoon shedding tears.
When the moonlight comes, I ponder.
Only then, in that moment, do I doubt.
Are your glass eyes empty?
I thought for sure that they sparkled with light.
But even if that was my mind's reflection
I still want you.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 2:18 AM UTC
*◦•☽✶☾•◦
*Against the black of the sky, her ******** lay
Stars swirl and twirl about the poetry of her snow-skin
Rose lips part in joy as the seas in her eyes play
On her heart of palms, her light has a shadowed twin
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Stars swirl and twirl about the poetry of her snow-skin
As she bathes herself in a Milky Way's core
On her heart of palms, her light has a shadowed twin
A musk rose-scented beauty which she does all she can to ignore
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As she bathes herself in a Milky Way's core
Starlight whispers lullabies to still her fearful heart
A musk rose-scented beauty which she does all she can to ignore
With eyes downcast, she knew that she was broken from the very start
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Starlight whispers lullabies to still her fearful heart
Her locks a weeping rose willow over a mystic lagoon
With eyes downcast, she knew that she was broken from the very start
We may not see but we sense her pain, the light of the very moon*
◦•☽✶☾•◦*
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC